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Presented without comment:

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Actually, I do have a comment: Long live Tony Plush.

H/T: @TheRealTPlush.

Matt Purke is a 21-year-old left-hander out of TCU, taken in the third round of the most recent draft by the Washington Nationals. Basically every photo of him is pretty excellent.

Today, we’re going to learn about the different emotions that Matt Purke has.

Sad:

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We have previously documented in these electronic pages managing editor Dave Cameron’s blossoming career as Official Media Personality. As part of this coverage, we’ve documented just as thoroughly Dave Cameron’s Total Aversion to Blinking.

If the above-embedded video footage of Cameron’s most recent appearance on Clubhouse Confidential is any indication — particularly the parts around the 0:21 and 0:38 marks — we will (unfortunately) be documenting less of the latter.

“Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said before, bugs in amber.”  
-Kurt Vonnegut

During the Super Bowl last night a commercial for Vinson Mortgage aired on St. Louis local television, which gently reminded us that life is fleeting, Pujols is a heel, and, most importantly, that interest rates will not always be this low.  This commercial is below.  Carpe Diem.

Thanks Jesse – the fireworks at the next Notgraphs picnic will be dedicated to you, my friend.

Analysts will tell you that Glenn Braggs was a decent, if not particularly great, ballplayer, worth 7.7 WAR over 2609 major-league plate appearances. Scouts — like, if you went back to 1983 or whatever — scouts would tell you that they thought highly of Braggs’ tools and physique. The present author would speak highly of Braggs’ coiffure and note that, while one wouldn’t necessarily set one’s watch to such a haircut, one could certainly admire it as a product of design and industry.

All of us, however, would be forced to agree that, Glenn Braggs broke an effing bat across his own muscled back and then recounted the salient details of that episode for Mike Sola and Mike Sola’s mustache.

To bread I do not ask to teach me
but only not to lack during every day of life.
I don’t know anything about light, from where
it comes nor where it goes,
I only want the light to light up,
I do not ask to the night
explanations,
I wait for it and it envelops me,
And so you, bread and light
And shadow are.
-Pablo Neruda, “And because Love battles”

Having bread is good.  Not having bread is bad.  Discovering that there is a snake where you previously assumed there was bread is the worst.  You are not alone Deion Sanders, you are not misunderstood, you are a glorious grain of humanity and I wish you all the bread in the world.

It’s been the custom in the last half-century or so for critics to ask expressly — and artists, obliquely, through their work — to ask, “What is art?”

I think we can all agree that this photo portrait of relief pitcher Craig Kimbrel, courtesy the Atlanta Braves official Twitter feed, answers the question decisively.

As I was unafraid to note at the main site today, Detroit Tiger Andy Dirks and all the other Leones of Escogido will represent the Dominican in the upcoming Caribbean Series in Santo Domingo.

The abovely embedded is the aforementioned gringo Dirks ganador-ing the hell out of the game on behalf of Escogido. Because my Spanish is poor, I can’t relate precisely what the commentator is saying — although, I’m pretty sure it includes five Our Fathers and a Hail Mary.

Skip to the 3:07 mark or thereabouts for a replay of Dirks’ heroics and reaction to same. The tingle in your loins means it’s working.

Once upon I time, in these very pages, I posted an RBI Baseball recreation of Game 6 of the 1986 World Series. This would be a very Internetty occasion to link back to that post, but I don’t feel like searching for it. Apropos of this, this way comes an electric rendering of the famous home run by Kirk Gibson, one of our most hilarious MVPs, in Game 1 of the 1988 World Series.

What follows is a thing that delights. What follows is a Thing That Contains Multitudes:

The highlight, you may have noticed, is not the home run itself, but rather what occurs at 8:16, when Gibson, in the words of Vin Scully, makes his leg “quiver like a horse trying to get rid of a troublesome fly.”

The simile, it inspires …

These are they — i.e. the eight people you meet at TwinsFest.

Just keeping everyone informed.